FiniteFinite moments, finite breath, wasted
Embracing a reason bereft of conclusion
When knowledge is misconceived as meaning, wisdom as purpose
We embrace a world that offers no hope
Born unto death
Recycle; repeat
Until the end, adrift
From Mimas to PhoebeCrush colour into the iris
Stretch and plant rings on the surface
Pan’s arms outstretch
Encke's gap broadens
Fingers grasp and as the shepherds clamber for a foothold
We are no fools, this will not last a lifetime
GrainsVoid, nothing beyond but the past
Unredeemable, the embrace of time
Wither and grey
We gaze at long dead stars and the gulf is indifferent to our isolation
The grains of our being, carried away by the passage of time
Every moment is forever, buried and building
Unending GreyUnending grey, of time, distance and conscience
And I have resigned myself
For every breath and footfall is nothing
Ash of the forsaken world
Carried forth on bleak winds, into the void
And in the end as dust we’re carried on the wind
Scattered to nothing
On hands and knees, beneath cloaks of ash